Back before her ebony soul was martyred
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Great word usage and quite vivid imagery in this line.

and her heart cries, while it sits in its cage
the steel bars, creating teeth, hypnotizing
a distraction, a calling on the wind, another memory
a momentary glimpse of joy...it's agonizing
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This stanza screams anguish, such deep emotions, very profound.

her precious cargo, that once held in her hands, hope
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I really liked this line ... the addition of "hope" made it a perfect line.

A very sad piece penned and such a unique title.
Well done
Luanne

Wow, i little iree but interesting. 5/5
xoxo
~waiting~